Pretty Little Fuck Up Video (MV)

I look in the mirror, oh it show a pretty f*ck up
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
I ain't pay a penny for the pills or for the two blunts
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
I look in the mirror, oh it show a pretty f*ck up
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
I ain't pay a penny for the pills or for the two blunts
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
Pills make me deep but the weed help me sleep
Yeah, weight in my head I'm unable to breathe
The thing that I want I'm unable to seize
There must be a light I'm unable to see
I'm blinded
Sold my damn soul and the contract binding
High from a bowl, no come down, climbing
Still so cold just know I'm trying
Never gon' fold although I'm dying
Damn, lately I've been doing what I can
I don't stay on no track, I don't stay on no path
And I got no plan, f*ck fate, you're trapped
I'll light my blunt and take a drag
Really blow smoke, two tokes when I'm low
And I'll never slow down I might never go home
And I'm really f*cking doubting that I'm picking up my phone
Cos' I feel as if I'm drowning in the night when I'm alone
Gaze up in the mirror
Everything becoming clearer
After all it is I've run from
I'm a pretty little f*ck up
Gaze up in the mirror
Everything becoming clearer
After all it is I've run from
I'm a pretty little f*ck up
I look in the mirror, oh it show a pretty f*ck up
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
I ain't pay a penny for the pills or for the two blunts
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
I look in the mirror, oh it show a pretty f*ck up
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
I ain't pay a penny for the pills or for the two blunts
I ain't counting shit, I'm going in, I'm taking too much
Living in this agony
A walking f*cking tragedy
My ways to cope are bad for me
My past is still attacking me
I'm on pills and I'm in public
Chase thrills, I feel nothing
Dumb bitch you ain't cuffing
Loner boy, no I love it
Only really f*cking with myself
Girl am I dead? Cos' I really can't tell
Watching where I tread, I remember when I fell
When running too fast from the things I felt
Sit and watch the f*cking blood run
Asking "Why these people stuck up?"
Got some girls that wanna touch up
I'm a pretty little f*ck up